This is a song about "Orders"

Y'all niggas act like waitress, you're always taking orders,

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Sat back as the spectre giving orders to the interceptor thats not the authority

My only purpose is to jerk it cause it has a curve

Sitting in the room, on the phone, cooking up orders

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Like odysseys and stop fighting wars that the government orders,

Because i'll be barking orders like i'm sergeant slaughter,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I know they mad i’m on, but that's too bad cause err shit, i'm here to stay i brought my bags

Blare recorders with static scraps but don't blame the orders when the matic taps.

I really not scared of nobody, darkc,pardon me,orders dont bark at me,

To him, nothing is funnymind set on one thing, making his money